Flip Flops America


The flair contest is still open if any of you think you might have a chance of beating

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pieces of flair! And who would have thought I would learn how to spell through
blogging!

If you don't know who the Pioneer Woman is then you are really missing out.
She is a professional blogger. Seriously, were talking lots of money to write
about her life on a horse farm in Tulsa.

Well, I submitted my first photo to one of her photography contests today.
Like out of 10,000 photos I will have a chance, but you never know, right?

The category is America and she chooses winners based on creativity, color,
clarity, and how well the picture fits the category. Here goes. Say a little prayer!

What says America more than cute, little, fat feet in stars and stripe flip flops?

Absolutely nothing.

Cheers to America's future feet!



P.S. Focused Fellowship will meet again on Tuesday, July 13th at 7pm.
Email me if you plan on coming!

Average 100th Post and a Contest



(I promise I will get to the little contest at the end.
Please don't get too excited.)

I couldn't think of a better 100th post for today than a typical weekend morning
at our house. We don't mess around. We rise early and, for the most part,
we don't waste any time.

This Sunday was no different. We went out early, spread a blanket on the
ground and had quiet time, caught some bugs, ate a snack, played in the rain,
played on the porch during the torrential rain, and then watched as God painted
a beautiful rainbow in the sky. It was a morning I definitely want to be cemented
in my mind forever.

When the kids were nice and worn out, we went inside and played with some toys,
and then we got ready and went to church.

Church was awesome. As soon as they put the podcast on
the website I will post a link. Definitely a sermon to remember.

Ponder these questions while you breeze through the pictures.

Do you live life on a mission? If so, what is it?
Are you moved by the things Christ was moved by?
Do you let judgement hinder your compassion for others?
Are you building your own empire or God's kingdom?












Now for the contest. This actually won't be much of a contest because
a. 2 people might enter
b. the other two people won't enter because they are too "clean" for this contest

It is all about refrigerator flare baby! I have 25 pieces covering my lovely refrigerator
circa 1996.

Honesty will be required for the contest since I will not actually being
judging your refrigerator in person.

Now for the prize. The winner will receive a package of
Shaklee Energy Chews (read about them here).
I know, I know I'm too generous!
But, I love these little things! They will help you more than
you think. They are healthy energy wrapped up like a piece of delicious candy.

They are great for the following reasons:

Don't have time to fix a cup of coffee while rushing out the door? Pop a chew!
Don't feel like making dinner, cleaning the house, or exercising? Pop a chew!
Your husband is too tired to mow the lawn? Pop a chew!
Have a test coming up that you need to study for? Pop a chew!
Have a sick child that kept you up all night? Pop a chew!

You get my point. These are a delight in my day.
Enter your refrigerator flare numbers
and I will choose a winner on Thursday morning!



Recovery and Sweet Texts



I had the fortune today of returning to a semi-normal life. I am still moving like a snail and figured I might start trying to walk with a little better posture so I don't get stuck in a hunch position. It feels like my wounds will burst open but I guess they are glued pretty tight. I have two incisions. One is through my belly button and it looks like she may have tightened up some saggy-ness in that area when she glued it shut, which I am delighted about. And the other incision is along my bikini line. Neither are a big deal since my belly will never see the light of day again.
I was pumped full of air in order for the doctor to have more room to work and I'm still feeling very puffy. But I'm guessing air doesn't weigh 7 pounds, which is what I have gained in a week! I think a date night at the Melting Pot and 2 father's day dinners are to blame!!

My parents are always so sweet and understanding when I have to go to the doctor for any reason at all. They know the trauma/drama it demands from my body. A childhood trip to the ER when I was 2 years old is to blame for that one. (I'm still on pain meds so I don't have to take responsibility for anything today.)

Anyhow, here is the sweet text my dad sent me just before going into surgery.

A prayer he read from Oswald Chambers-"Gracious God, like many believers before us, we complain when things do not go our way. We want abundance of everything rather than what is sufficient to sustain us. We would rather be elsewhere than where we are at the moment. We would rather have the gifts You give to others than what you provide for us. We would rather have You serve us than serve You. Forgive our lack of gratitude for what You give."

This gave me peace and put things in perspective. Praise God I live in a country and have the means to take care of my body and possibly be blessed with more children.

And here is a version of the text that my husband sent out to all of our close friends and relatives. I thought he was joking when he read the text out loud before sending it. Mind you, I was still coming out of anesthesia or who knows what would have went down in that hospital. Lucky for my husband I just laughed and have left my humiliation in the Lord's hands. To his credit he pretty much quoted the doctor.

My husband's text: "Hey everyone, Tanda is out of surgery and doing well. The doctor did find endometriosis on her ovaries. But she said she should be fertile mertile now and that we should not pass up any fertile days we get."

Lord help me! Sorry you had to read that Mom and Dad and Grandma and everyone else!

Hit the Road

Still running on low fumes. Looking forward to a date night with my handsome hubby. We will finally be redeeming a Christmas gift card to the Melting Pot. Can't wait!

After my little procedure next week, and hopefully very quick recovery, I think I will embark on some morning exercise. I feel like I am where I want to be in my eating habits, but I have never went so long without being physically active. I have heard a lot of good things about the Couch to 5K program that a lot of my friends have had success with. Any other suggestions or tips?

For all of you morning runners (or morning people in general) out there. Is there a secret to getting out of bed to go exercise? Please share. Do you have a friend text you or call you? Do you have your husband push you out of bed? This week I think only a caffeine drip would suffice for me. :)

Hope you all have a great weekend and hopefully I'll have some downtime next week to actually write some more fluid posts that have a single point.

P.S. This is my 98th post! I can't believe it. I didn't know how blogging would play out for me, but I'm still here and still loving the fact that my family will have this to look back on and laugh at the funny happenings and see how God has moved in our lives from month to month and maybe year to year. I'm coming up with something fun for my 100th post so stay tuned. Your odds of winning a small prize will probably be 1 out of 3!




My Brain Can't Think of a Title


Sheesh. Today I am one tired lady. Not sure what the problem is but all I want to do is go to bed. But by the time I would probably get into a restful state of sleep I would be awakened by one or both kids asking for a snack. Then I would be angry and tired which doesn't look good on me.

This little girl is one of the reasons I get so wiped out. Her middle name should be energy and her third name should be chatterbox. She is just like her daddy. Never sits down and never stops talking. I love her. She keeps me on my toes.

But those who play hard also sleep hard. I took her out of her car seat and then walked in the house. When I went back to check on her she was out cold. I tried waking her up but she didn't budge. So....she had a good 45 minute nap halfway standing up, halfway laying down in the van.
(Disclaimer: Both pictures are from a couple of months ago before it was 100 degrees outside.)

In other news. I talked to my friend's husband today for a while. I don't typically talk to my friend's husbands on the phone. That might be a little weird. But this particular friend's husband will be providing me with a wonderful dose of anesthesia next week while I have an outpatient "exploratory" surgery to look around in my gut. My Dr. will basically be looking for endometriosis and tubal blockage and such. Anyway, he, my friends's husband, had a lengthy conversation with my doctor and then called to explain to me, on like a 1st grade level, what is going on. (My doctor is very smart but she doesn't dumb things down for those who aren't as smart, like me.)

He did a great job of comparing what might be going on inside my body to having an acne breakout. Infection, inflammation, puss, scar tissue, the whole works etc..... Now that I have a great picture of all of it in my mind I feel disgusting, and suddenly very bloated. I'm not one for doctors and hospitals but after talking to him I would gladly have it done today! Clean me out baby!

[{Scatter Blog}]



I would consider myself a "scatter" brain most days. So this trait of mine, naturally, spills over into a "scatter" blog. My mind races with ideas and thoughts most of the time. Which can be challenging for a person who is incapable of doing two things at once.


I know I said that I was going to report on the 3 books that I'm simultaneously reading right now (and I just realized that is also a bi-product of the trait), but other thoughts are at the forefront so we will get to the reports in a few days, when they rotate back around in my brain. A perfect word-picture of this process would be a merry-go-round.


So today, I must tell you about two (or three) things.


1. Sometimes I feel myself slipping into the pity party mode as I get caught up in the mundane tasks of life. You know. The never-ending laundry, dishes, cleaning, cooking, bed-making, etc.... Last week I felt the feeling creeping up. Ungrateful, unthankful, unhappy all coming across in my attitude, especially towards my children since they are pretty much with me all of the time. But something happened and for lack of better words I, yes I, will quote Oprah and tell you I had an "Aha" moment. I thought to myself, "hmmm, I should probably pray about this. Ask God to help me fall back in love with my work and with my children." It was simple, yet over the last 3 days I have felt such a renewed strength and joy that I can only attribute it to that simple request. (Unfortunately I am still very tired at the end of the day.) But, even in the small things my God continues to assure me that he is real and that he cares. Below are a couple more pictures of me enjoying my children today as they danced and played in the rain singing the "Umbrella" song that they made up. It went like this.

Umbre-lla, Umbre-lla, Umbre------lla!

Repeat Verse x 100


2. Funny thing. I also dabble in politics. It all started 4 years ago when I began listening to Glen Beck on the way to work. Say what you will, the man is passionate about our country and he makes some really interesting points. I try to keep my mind open and sometimes turn the channel from fox news to CNN, even though it pains me just thinking about it. But the point is, I have felt very strongly that I need to be a part of the political process, whatever that looks like. It won't fix itself. And it's broke. :)

So, as the Lord would orchestrate it, a lovely, friendly, younger-than me, blonde stops me outside our house on Saturday. She was going door-to-door campaigning for herself as a representative for my district. We hit it off and have sooooo many views in common. I am like 99% sure we could have coffee together and talk for about 6 or 7 hours straight. I told her of my worries as a citizen if she is elected to represent me here in our little piece of the world. (I actually told her about my worries that are probably far beyond her reach.) But I felt much better after doing so.

More important I felt like she was the Las Vegas style flashing sign that I needed to spur me to action. Let's see what task she assigns to me. I'll keep you posted on my journey to the White House with Elise Hall! : )

3. I also ran across a dear friend from high school this weekend. Well, not physically, but pretty much. We "friended" each other on facebook and then I updated myself on all of his going-ons and checked out his blog. Let's just say that when I tore myself away to clean up some bodily fluids ,that were actually from the canine member this time, I was in tears. This guys has it, has always had it and if you are looking for some great stuff, you should add him to your daily reading indulgence. But if you just have time for one really cool, inspiring, true story of a modern day miracle of the best kind, than do click right HERE.

Singing in the Rain

The rain is coming down, down, down. I just talked to my dad, who drives from Blanchard to Edmond every day for work and he is an accurate reporter of road conditions. His report: "I've never seen it this bad." There you have it. Stay at home if you can.

I have the urge to watch one of my favorite movies of all time. Some of you may have seen it, most of you may know the theme song, "Singing in the Rain," but the clip below is one (of so many) great songs that you may not know. Seriously, I grew up on this movie. I had a huge crush on Gene Kelly, and my brother, sister, cousins, and I practiced and preformed this movie for many years. I wish we had video of our rendition.

(I also danced my little backside off with a friend in high school who also appreciated good musicals in the glory days of Snoop Dog. Kelly, do you remember? Thankfully NO ONE recorded those episodes. Good times I assure you.)

So, if you are in a funk or feeling the Monday blues, watch this clip and hopefully it will make you smile.

"Make 'em Laugh!"


Will Work for.....

Free!
That's right. They asked me to put them to work. So who am I to deny that pleasure. I figure I can spend some extra time training them now and it will actually pay off some time in the near future, I hope.

But for now it is a testing of my patience and letting go of "my way" of doing things. Here are some of the phrases I said over and over in the span of about 30 minutes.

"Okay, that is enough."
"Okay, that is plenty."
"I think that spot is very clean now."
"Stand back when you spray."
"Don't spray Rowin in the face! Actually, just get away from Rowin."
"I normally don't clean that part, but whatever, go ahead."
"Okay, that is really too much, but way to get it extra clean." :)






So, one bottle of vinegar and febreeze later.........I had a clean smelling house that looked like it had lots of pee spots all over it.

Book Report

Let me get to the point. I have said before that I like to "dabble" in books. Well, currently I have 3 that are each yelling at me to pick them up during the kid's afternoon naps. I literally shuffle the pile, close my eyes, and jab my finger into the air until it lands on the divine choice. I feel as though I am coming close to tiptoeing into the ocean of God's revelation after struggling for a while ,each day, to glean a drop of water out of my almost empty canteen in the desert. God is always faithful as we continue to let even the drops sustain us.

I wish I could type out my Focused Fellowship "sermon" from last night but considering it was 3 pages typed in 12 point font and I would have to re-type it in something that would make sense to everyone, and not just me, I have decided to give you some fantastic snippets over the next 3 days from the 3 different books that I am enthralled in right now.

The divine selection today comes from the book "Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World," by Joanna Weaver. The Lord has been whispering "simplicity" in my spirit and so this book goes in that direction. This first chunk comes from pages 7-8 so you can only imagine that this is the tip of the iceberg.

You probably all know the story of when Jesus comes to the home of Mary and Martha. It is short, so grab your bibles and refresh yourself if you feel the need to. Luke 10:38-42. And maybe pause here and grab a cup of coffee too. :)

Enjoy.

"Against this Bethany backdrop of unexpected guest, I see the struggle I face every day when work and worship collide.
Part of me is Mary. I want to worship extravagantly. I want to sit at his feet. But part of me is Martha--and there is just so much to do!
So many legitimate needs surround me, compelling me to work. I hear God's tender call to come away, and I respond, "Yes, Lord, I will come." But then the phone rings, or I'm reminded of the check I was supposed to deposit--yesterday. Suddenly all of my good intentions about worship disappear, swallowed up by what Charles Hummel calls "the tyranny of the urgent."
We live in constant tension between the urgent and the important," Hummel writes. "The problem is that the important task rarely must be done today or even this week. Extra hours of prayer and Bible study can wait. But the urgent tasks call for instant action--endless demands pressure every hour and day."
Dose that sound familiar? It does to me. The twenty-four hours allotted to each day rarely stretch far enough to meet all the obligations I face. I have a household to run, a husband to love, children to care for, and a dog to feed. I have church commitments, writing deadlines, lunch engagements to keep. And very little of this is what I would call deadwood. Long ago I tried to cut out what I thought was extraneous. This is my life--and the hours are packed full.
So where do we find the time to follow Mary to the feet of Jesus? Where do we find the energy to serve him? How do we choose the Better Part and still get done what really has to get done?
Jesus was the supreme example. He was never in a hurry. He knew who he was and where he was going. He wasn't held hostage to the world's demands or even its desperate needs. "I only do what the Father tells me to do, " Jesus told his disciples.
In obedience to his invitation(to sit at his feet) we find the key to our longings, the secret to living beyond the daily pressures that would otherwise tear us apart. For as we learn what it means to choose the Better Part of intimacy with Chris, we begin to be changed."

And a bit from page 9.

"The Living Room Intimacy Mary enjoyed with Jesus will never come out of the busyness of Martha's Kitchen. Busyness, by itself, breeds distraction. Luke 10:38 shows us a woman with the gift of hospitality. Martha opened her home to Jesus, but that doesn't automatically mean she opened her heart. In her eagerness to serve Jesus, she almost missed the opportunity to know Jesus.
Luke tells us that "Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made." Key word: had. In Martha's mind, nothing less than the very best would do. She had to go all out for Jesus.
We can get caught in the same performance trap, feeling as though we must prove our love for God by doing great things for him. So we rush past the intamacy of the Living Room to get busy for him in the Kitchen-implementing great ministries and wonderful projects, all in an effort to spread the good news. We do all our works in his name. We call him "Lord, Lord." But in the end will he know us? Will we know him?"

And a tiny bit more from page 61 talking of the part of the scripture where Jesus tells Martha that only one thing is needed.

"Only one thing is needed--and it was happening, not in the Kitchen, but right there in the Living Room.
Notice, however, Jesus didn't rebuke Martha because she was fixing supper.....Jesus wasn't concerned about her external abilities at all. It was her internal disabilities that he probed...
After all, intimacy can be threatening. Getting close to Jesus means we can no longer hide our inadequacies. His light illuminates everything that is wrong and ugly about our lives. Unconsciously, therefore, we may flee God's presence rather than pursue it....
But the truth is, we can't get our spiritual act together unless we go to the Living Room first.
It's not always easy to get there. Intimacy with God may require leaving our comfort zones. Some people feel uneasy in the presence of God. They dismiss the act of worship as too emotional, preferring the intellectual pursuit of Bible study or doctrine. Or they simply have trouble being still, because that's their personality. But regardless of our temperament, or emotional preference, we are all called to intimacy with God. The one thing Martha needed is the one thing we need as well.
If you struggle to stay at his feet, ask the Lord to reveal what is hindering you. There is no need to lay aside your intellect or your personality when you enter the Living Room. Just come as you are.
As a child of God."

Good stuff, huh? Speaks to my busy-itis for sure!

In Christ,
Tanda

Mom Brain




















I think with every child you have, a little more of your brain turns to mush.

Things just don't connect in there as easily as they once did. Here is a small
example of a "mush" brain moment for me.

I spent about 10 minutes looking for ketchup to give Berklee and Hayden
with their chicken nuggets. I knew that we had a bottle of ketchup and I went
crazy trying to find it! Finally I cracked open a new bottle from the pantry
and resorted to the thought that maybe Shawn had taken a bottle of
ketchup to work???

Later in the day I open up the cabinets under the sink to grab my
white vinegar/glass cleaner and voila! There is the ketchup. I had a moment
of laughter mixed with a little self-pity.



Reminders

I haven't forgotten to blog, I've just been busy cleaning up diarrhea. I'm having flashbacks of infant blow-outs except they are with a 33 lb. little boy. So the blow-outs are much more powerful and disgustingly smelly.

I'm also getting used to another "simplification" step that I am attempting. Last week I moved my beautiful, flat panel, white, sleek Mac computer out of the main living area and into Shawn's office. This way it is not so tempting to be doing work for New Vision or checking emails when I really need to be folding laundry or cleaning toilets or answering a gazillion questions from a 3 year old. (One of today's questions was, why did Jesus die on the cross and not God? I'm getting used to the answer, "go ask your daddy.") Anyway, I have to say, the new computer situation is growing on me.

And now for the reminders. Please let me know if you are planning on attending Focused Fellowship next Tuesday, June 8th, at 7pm. And several of you have said you are going with me to Tulsa for the Going Beyond conference in August. Remember to buy your tickets before June 6th to save $10.

I think that is it for now.

In Christ,

Tanda